4*7 Shortly after that Adelle Proudfit said that she reckoned it was time for them to go to bed, she knew Miss Christian must be tired, and all, coming so far. Inside, she turned up the lamp, and got a thin straw ticking and some sheets out of a closet. "I'm gonna lay down the pallet for Sylvestus. He laks to sleep on the porch, summers." She went out on the porch, while the others stood, not speaking, in the area of light around the lamp. They heard her calling, outside, once or twice, the name of her nephew. Then she came back into the room. " He's done gone, looks lak. But sometimes, he don't answer no way, studyen on sumthen." They said good night, and separated. Lucille Christian went into the little room where Sissie slept. It was a little lean-to room, like the one where Mr. Munn had been staying. Mr. Munn lay awake for a time. He felt that he ought to be thinking about himself, about what he was going to do, and where he was going to go. And about Lucille Christian's coming. But he was tired. He had not felt tired when he lay down, but as soon as those questions came into his mind, a lethargy took him, and he could not even frame them for himself. They were things to be accepted, not answered and solved. Those questions had almost ceased to make their demands upon him. Her coming had revived them. The resentment which had surprised him when Willie Proudfit came out to the concealment of the underbrush and told him that she was there, again rose in him. Then it, too, subsided and dissolved in that lethargy. Very faintly, he could hear the sound the insects made in the trees out there along the lane. Then his thoughts, he himself, had been absorbed into that dry, insidious vibration, which was a kind of life, but life reduced to its most sterile and unaimed rhythm, the ticking, as it were, of the leaves drying in the hot air, the ticking of the dry earth. Then he had drowsed off. He awoke, in the darkness, to the slight sound of the opening door, which, in the cramped room, was less than arm's-length from the head of the bed. He did not stir.